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[sayhitobianca]

Even to the casual observer, there's so many fascinating bits and pieces everyone is uncovering. A magical ability here, a memory of a family member there, all mixed in with strange enemies and secret plots and missions to save the world. It's like putting together a novel by collecting puzzle pieces.

Is anyone willing to indulge a man who loves a good story and tell me what you've pieced together about your past life?

[Because he's curious. And also because he doesn't believe the majority of this, but it's at least entertaining.]

On another, more practical but far less engaging matter, it's come to my attention that a number of you are at risk of discovery by our esteemed law enforcement, presumed dead, or otherwise disinclined to call attention to your presence by using your real identity.

If any of you would be interested in procuring a new legal identity, please feel free to contact me at this number, and I can arrange something.

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[stillshrill]

You want our past-life stories, hm? Is this for a web comic?

Well, let's see. I used to be able to heal people with magic. For this, I was pursued by angry people in metal suits who might better have been cast as the floor show at Medieval Times. Also I liked to wear long dresses and wave sticks at people.

I'm not sure I'd call it a good story, per se.

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[sayhitobianca]

[...Varric is starting to reconsider asking people to tell him things. This is the second time it's made him have an echo, and he's not sure he really likes it.]

It may not be a good one, but it's definitely a familiar one.

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[stillshrill]

You too? What kind of dress did you wear?

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[sayhitobianca]

Me? Nah, I wasn't the dress wearing kind. But I knew someone who did. His came with an... interesting feathered accessory.

[stillshrill]

Feather boa?

[sayhitobianca]

See, now that would just make sense. It was more along the line of feathered pauldrons.